Wherever it is, the hometown charm of Rockville will have you rocking a smile. Your new boo might be one of them, and riding around town makes for a great date. Meridian has recently experienced huge growth, and it’s no wonder why.
A vibrant and friendly environment, there are numerous city parks, awesome shopping opportunities, the Meridian Speedway and a thriving downtown scene to keep your days interesting while you look for “the one.” Considering there are already more than 30,000 singles, imagine what this city growth will do for your relationship chances!
To all the gay and bi men out there who live in a small and or religious town, I feel for you. It allows you to not only stay up-to-date on LGBTQ news and culture but also allows you to be a part of online communities. Yes, they can be a little disheartening at times, and the unsolicited d*ck pics can get overwhelming, but don’t be discouraged. College is expensive, and without scholarships or financial aid, college can cost upwards of a quarter million dollars. You won’t be limited by where you can go if multiple universities in large, urban towns give you scholarships. Tell the people you can trust that you’re gay/bi I’m all for being open, proud, and fighting oppression through visibility, but let’s be real for a second.
The gay/bi population in small towns is nearly zero, and the variety of men (for potential partners) is nonexistent. ) and that’s the only place to meet other gay men IRL. There are support groups and sites like Reddit where you can virtually connect with other gay men. Apps As I’m sure you’ve already discovered by now, there is a slew of apps for gay men to meet one another. Sometimes, it’s a matter of safety not to come out.
In the summer of 2013, I moved from Boston, Massachusetts (population 4.5 million), to Hudson, New York (population 6,600).
I made the move for a job, to become the managing editor of a startup print magazine and website called In the beginning, I was all about the rural. I liked all the empty space in my bigger, cheaper apartment. I was working all the time anyway, so I barely registered the lack of people or bookstores or choice of restaurant when I went out to eat with my small band of colleagues.
Often, you feel alone and the black sheep of your community. I’m not even going to begin to pretend that being gay in a small town is easy, and you are going to face more prejudice and feel more isolated than a gay man living in NYC.
In New York or Los Angeles, the high proportion of singles can feel overwhelming. C., it’s intimate – these people bump into each other on the metro, caffeinate at the same cafes, and unwind at the same bars, week in and week out. I loved reading other men’s profiles, comparing my narrative to theirs, imagining if they could ever intertwine. I was a relative newcomer to town, but even so I felt sure I would recognize everyone with a profile. Oh, well.)I turned to technology next, but technology that hadn’t been available to me when I last dated in Boston: Tinder, the location-based app that shows you little more than a couple of pictures, a line of text, and overlapping Facebook friends. In fact only a couple of swiping sessions, within a couple of days. I increased the top end of my age range to 40, and then 45. I began to more carefully consider every single man, every single potential match. And so as I swiped away, I found myself both matching and connecting with men I would never have given a second thought in the city. I met farmers, construction workers, photographers, writers, and even a professor from Bard. The first man I dated post-breakup served us beers with a friendly hello. One night after lugging my boxes into the Boston apartment about a month later, I logged on to Tinder.What I loved most, however, was that when a date was over, it was over, if I wanted it to be. And the flip side of that: They would recognize me. The first person I dated after my breakup I actually met IRL. “There’s no one new around you,” the little red words pulsed on my screen. I was disappointed in myself for being so narrow-minded. People tend to live upstate in towns like Hudson for a few reasons: to escape, to find the space for creativity, or for an unfettered love of the land. I chatted with a law student in Albany who lived with his parents. I briefly dated a tall, tattooed man who worked at an art gallery in Chelsea when he was in town for a week on a job. (We didn’t.)Toward the end of June, I met a man who worked as a freight train conductor. We took them to the patio, to sit in the humid dusk of an early August evening. Later, I glanced up to see the tattooed art gallery employee, who had returned to town for another gig, across the room. I swiped for five full minutes but I didn’t run out of men. I went for long walks in the state park nearby, where I would listen to the birds, and occasionally stumble upon a stray wild turkey fanning its plumage toward the Catskill Mountains. After the requisite month of feeling bad for myself, drinking too many martinis and watching and re-watching Jane Austen-inspired movies on my laptop, I emerged from my depressive fog.My boyfriend, Greg, had started a new job in Houston, Texas (population 2.2 million), right around when I began mine in Hudson, and the distance sucked, but we were making it work. And I realized, perhaps for the first time, how small Hudson actually was.